(Who guessed the last chapter? There is another chapter. Yes, you guessed it right!)
At the gate of the Normal University, Li Xinping greeted Song Dongshan and Song Xiaopang who came directly to the Normal University after getting off the plane.
"Brother Song! This way!"
Before Song Xiaopang had time to feel the beauties at the entrance of Normal University, he was greeted by the sharp-eyed Li Xinping.
Song Xiaopang rushed over, and Li Xinping smiled, "Brother Song, you don't want to rest here. Do you want to check in at your hotel first, or put your bag in my room?"
As soon as Song Xiaopang heard that the screening had started at the Normal University, he immediately bought a plane ticket and flew directly to the capital to find Li Xinping. As a student judge for the preliminary evaluation, Li Xinping had arranged dormitories at the Normal University, but he could not take anyone to stay overnight. However,
When Song Xiaopang saw Li Xinping like this, he suddenly found that his attitude towards him was a little different.
When Li Xinping was with him, he would always feel sleepy and lethargic, so he always couldn't stand it, and always wanted to give him something exciting and refreshing in the name of "taking him flying!"
In the bar, he still had a scripted fight with a beautiful woman, but his stimulation methods did not do much to revive Li Xinping's sleepy eyes.
But now Li Xinping greeted him warmly, his eyes were bright and not at all his usual look.
Song Xiaopang was startled in his heart. It turned out that we had never played together before!
"When will the next game start?" Song Xiaopang looked at the Normal University and got straight to the point.
"No hurry, it's noon, let's eat first. Brother Chen's works will be at 2:30 in the afternoon. The screening hall will be closed at noon and will open at that time!"
"OK!"
Li Xinping took Song Xiaopang to dinner at the Normal University. Li Xinping looked at the time, then stood up and said, "Let's go!"
Song Xiaopang still had food in his mouth. He raised his head and looked at his watch, "Hmm, isn't it only half past one? The door doesn't open until half past two..."
But Song Xiaopang didn't intend to ask about the results. Li Xinping had already made a big splash at the Normal University. I believe professionals, this is a golden rule that Song Xiaopang got from his father.
So Li Xinping hurriedly paid the bill, and the two of them headed towards the film festival screening hall at about 1:40.
There were also many people walking in the same direction as them along the way. On the boulevard of the Normal University, some people were raising their wrists to check the time, and some were calling friends to arrange a meeting place. Most of them had already formed a group.
, clusters of three, five, and one, clustered towards the film screening point.
When the two of them arrived at the lecture hall of the National Normal University, which was used for the screening, Fatty Song opened his mouth in an O shape. A lot of people had already gathered in the square in front of the Nima Art Center. It was still nearly an hour before the doors opened.
!He finally understood why Li Xinping wanted him to leave quickly!
"This is..." Song Xiaopang looked at the heads of people pouring into the square.
Li Xinping pointed to the poster at the door of the lecture hall and said, "This is the exhibition hall of Brother Chen's works!"
When the time reached 2:30, the exhibition hall opened. After scanning the QR code in front of the queue, Song Xiaopang thrust himself forward like a tank, followed closely by Li Xinping. The two of them rushed in front of the occupied seats, their bodies
I ducked towards the trench row seats and grabbed two seats that were not too far away.
Song Xiaopang sat down panting, and pulled Li Xinping, who stumbled because of the narrow aisle, to prevent him from falling. The two of them leaned on the seats, and the crowd of people rushed past them.
Phew! The two of them suddenly felt as safe as they had landed on the beach and braved the enemy's bullets and hid behind a horse-resistant bunker to survive.
Only then did Song Xiaopang have time to loosen his backpack, his back was covered with sweat, and he looked around in all directions, "This person has so many in every game!?"
Li Xinping smiled bitterly and said, "It wasn't there yesterday, but after one night's work, the first show this morning was packed. It is said that the aisles on both sides were full of people, so I asked you to come here early after I had dinner!"
Looking at the people who were still pouring in at the door, Song Xiaopang realized that if they had been half a step slower before, they would have no chance of winning in front of these long-standing opponents who were occupying seats. Song Xiaopang pursed his lips.
A few times, "Brother Chen, beep..."
Sitting in his seat, Song Xiaopang took out his mobile phone and took a picture from the front. There were people sitting in the depth. Then he went to the door behind him, the left aisle, and the right aisle, took five photos, and opened Friends
Circle, I took the photos of the main entrance of the Normal University that I had just arrived at, as well as the posters taken outside the lecture hall, and the photos of the waiting crowd. I sent this series of photos to Chen Yiwen first, and then selected
Nine pictures, send them to your circle of friends.
The text accompanying the picture is: "I'm at the Beijing Normal University, Beijing University Student Film Festival, watching the screening of my brother's work! I bought the tickets at a temporary high price, and I was rushed to the scene to help. Is it a hassle? No! Seeing the popularity of the scene in front of you, it's worth it.
!”
Didn't I make a special trip here just to take photos of this kind of show-off?
For the first time, Li Xinping looked at Song Xiaopang's text and picture of Versailles framed in his circle of friends. He didn't feel any discomfort or rejection. On the contrary, he was a little moved. He reached out and gave him a like, and he did the same thing.
So, I posted a message in my circle of friends.
It was still several minutes before the screening started. After these few minutes passed, Song Xiaopang turned on his phone to look at the background of Moments.
There are more than 400 contacts on the WeChat account. In just a moment, I clicked a screen of likes.
After a rough count, there were more than fifty people!
Countless people left messages.
Someone asked, "Brother Song is in the capital? Is this the site of the annual college student film festival in the capital?" This is an ordinary friend.
"Fat Song, are you pretending to be powerful? People like Zhan Ying are doing such shit to you, just pretending to be inferior!" This is a best friend in the circle.
"Is this Brother Chen from last time? Take my knee..." This is Chen Yiwen who I met with Song Xiaopang during the summer vacation. I just saw the content of the poster from the photo.
"Whose screening is this? Hee hee, can you introduce me to Brother Song? Let's play together next time..." Well, this is an English teacher from a certain venue.
"Xiao Song is in Beijing? Pay attention to your safety!" This is an elder of the family, "Why don't your uncle take a look?"
As for my father, who always dislikes me, and my mother, who drinks tea and plays mahjong all day long, both of them gave a thumbs up.
Someone else said, "There's a beautiful woman behind you in the second picture!"
Song Xiaopang looked back and saw that they were really two beauties. The other party glanced at him.
Song Xiaopang muted his cell phone and had no intention of replying to those messages. He felt that he was also popular in the circle of friends.
Be aloof.
…
Lin Yuan heard that song again in school.
It was sunset, on the lawn of Jingdian, there was a group of artistic young people playing. The warm guitar melody and the infectious lyrics.
He knows what song it is.
Since this morning, this song has been played in the Kyidian School.
There are many art students in Jingdian, and some of them have been trained with high-quality resources since childhood. They are not proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, lyrics, and music, and there are many people who know how to do it. This is a song that came from the works screened at the College Student Film Festival. Some people watched it.
After listening to the music, I picked up the music and read it.
I started learning to sing in school. At first, I played awkwardly. I played it in the cafeteria and some in the dormitory. Restoration songs were posted on the forum as quickly as possible, and some people brought their mobile phones to record the song in the micro-movie.
The picture was posted on the forums of these schools in the capital, and this is how it spread.
That's a song from that work "Oldboy".
It's very much like the youth singing on the lawn now in the sunset.
Lin Yuan lowered his head, opened his mobile phone, and saw the homepage of the organizing committee. The film called "Oldboy" from the video art team of Qingshan Commercial College was on the list, in the category of feature films.
A sudden jump in the rankings!
Yesterday, the number of moviegoers was still 406.
This morning, there were 246 people in the first game, 288 people in the second game, 320 people in the third game, 256 people in the fourth game...
At first glance it looked like Game 4 finally fell back.
But Lin Yuan knew very well that starting from the first show, the maximum number of people in an exhibition hall had been reached. The second show was probably a crowded scene, and the third show probably only had room for people standing in the aisles.
As for why the number of people fell back in the fourth game, it is very simple. It is probably because the organizing committee was worried about an accident and drove people back and strictly controlled the number of people!
This is completely opposite to the fact that the number of viewers for almost all videos today is not as high as it was on the first day when the popularity was the highest!
So now this work has gone from outside the big group to the barrier of public judges controlled by the "Big Six" and is approaching the first group!
Hanging in seventh place.
But Lin Yuan knows very well that today's smoke has passed, but when tomorrow comes, this seventh place may create a sensational effect, trampling on the works above the first group!
Some people in the six major teams that Lin Yuan knew were also discussing this matter.
The whole group was surprised and surprised. But they didn't seem to be frightened that their status was being shaken.
Because when they discover an abnormal thing that may suddenly subvert traditional forces and change everything, they will all look at each other.
It's only scary to die by yourself. If you sink together as a group, you can still play a symphony together.
Anyway, if you want to die, you won’t die alone. There are still a lot of people to back you up!
Lin Yuan didn't want to be the one who supported him.
He wanted to know what was so good about it, why that song often sounded on campus, and why every guitar learner had to strum a few times to play that rhythm and sing in that affectionate tone.
He couldn't figure it out.
So he wanted to see it for himself.
What kind of work is that?
On the third day of the final evaluation, Lin Yuan arrived at Normal University.
Since the beginning of the film festival, he has been invited by countless people to watch the works of brothers from high schools, to watch his works together... But Lin Yuan refused. He didn't want to join in the fun, it was just his character. He liked it
He walks alone on the street late at night when no one is around, and likes to avoid crowds and read books and watch movies by himself. Being unique is the dividing line that keeps him away from mediocrity.
He doesn't want to get involved in the crowd's fun, and he doesn't want to listen to others analyzing his works. Only a king deserves to be lonely for long nights, and deserves to walk to a high seat alone.
But now he really wants to see that work... Why?
There was a roar of queues, and there was a rush of being squeezed in through the door.
The waistcoat of the exquisite suit is messy, the brown Oxford shoes have been stepped on by countless heads, and the hairstyle has been plucked by someone. Now he looks like Yasuo Nobi from a certain cartoon.
Lin Yuan finally sat down in his seat.
Take a deep breath.
Control anger. Control anger.
With the lights down, Lin Yuan looked around, seeing heads in all directions.
In a daze, Lin Yuan felt like a lonely king surrounded by enemy troops, and he felt that the situation was over.